I’m not sure what it is about shorter weeks that somehow twist the fabric of the spacetime continuum to feel twice as long, but this week was definitely one of those. I’m staying mostly logged off to preserve my own sanity after another bonkers roller coaster ride in 2020, but rather than just spew unfiltered rage, I’ve made a deliberate attempt to provide you an extra heaping dose of style and pop culture. We’ve got a lot on fashion and style because we need beautiful things to look at and think about, in between bouts of sharpening our pitchforks and ensuring we retain and use our rights to vote.
I thought I was alone! (Seriously, I hope I never meet our downstairs neighbors who I must regularly traumatize with my constant klutziness, especially my phone or water bottle, and usually out of reasonable hours. I cringe at just the thought of encountering them in the stairwell.
Well, this is just heartwarming.
Feel like everything you see on your social media feed is the same? You’re not crazy. And we all might be sick of it.
What a great and interesting project! It’s always fascinating to see icons or iconography made human.
Yes, I will watch the crap out of this film. Mary Anning doesn’t get nearly enough playtime.
Major world events trigger fashion changes, so what do we think is going to be the post-COVID style leap?
His artistic work is the loss, but TLo did a beautiful tribute to Chadwick Boseman’s beautiful personal style and retrospective of how he opened up fashion for men in a big way.
Damn, Refinery29 pulled out the stops on this one!
Every brand is a media brand in 2020.
Damn it. I think I need to learn how to sew…
BAD. Bad for the whole international military and supportive communities. BAD.
Literally, no one:
Not a soul:
Donald Trump: I DIDN’T HAVE A STROKE!
Grim. Grim and horrible.
Cool. We’re doomed. I look forward to the entire political right pivoting to caring about debt again – depending on the outcome in November.
In slightly more uplifting new, a meme accomplished something good!
I fucking hate him. I really, really do. And I cannot understand the mental gymnastics required to continuously justify the stream of petty cruelty, selfishness, incompetence, UNFIT filth and enablement that flows from him without any consequence.
Who else but Lindsay Ellis could possibly delve into the world of bizarre fanfic erotica and the legal implications of the federal court case that ensues and keep the whole thing not just SFW, but an examination on the difference between genres, tropes, and copyright claims:
Oh thank god. I need this. WE need this.
And yea, if you were still wondering for some reason, BLACK LIVES MATTER.